Since moving into our new apartment we've had Newton sleep in our room. This has stopped him from meowing early in the morning every day outside our bedroom door, which has been quite nice. I've had to adjust to him mushed up against my legs at night, but otherwise it's been fine. Until one early morning in February...
Before I go into too much detail of the event, let me preface this by saying a couple days prior I had put a canvas picture up in our room. It had fallen down one afternoon, but I decided to put it back up. Fast forward to 3am and I'm woken up to this loud bang followed almost instantly by this ten pound pile of fur smashed up on the side of my face. In those few quick seconds I thought someone had broken in, and then hit me in the face. My heart was pounding!
Thankfully none of that was case. I then realized the picture I shouldn't have put up again decided to fall down again. :) Since Newton was right by the picture down by my feet, the furthest he could get was by the head of our bed. Unfortunately my face was right there. Newton then scurried out of the room and didn't come back in the rest of the night. I even got a battle scar - in the morning I noticed I had a little scrape on my face.
Oh, Newton.... the joys of a cat. Mom, hopefully this didn't freak you out too much - he'll never be by you when you sleep! :)
